Southern Heat! Delilah Jefferson vs. Drake "Domino" Vyril!

[overlordofkings]

Match Type: Standard Match
Rules: Victory is determined by Pin Fall, Submission, Knock Out, Count Out or Disqualification

Delilah took a deep breath as she waited backstage. It was going to be a while till she got use to such a large stage. Her debut was a bit of a... mixed bag at best. While she had a hard fought match, she still came up short. However, Delilah wasn't going to let one loss get to her! She was raised on how to handle a setback. After all, her father taught her bouncing back is just as important as winning. Maybe even more so. Still, that didn't help calm her nerves

In any case, Delilah began to train once more, studying what went wrong and pushing her limits. LAW management offered her an interesting opportunity, and that was to compete in their new mixed division. While it technically wasn't the fist time she wrestled a man, as she'd done it plenty teams before on her high school wrestling team, it was the first time she was wrestling a man in a professional setting. Needless to say, Delilah was quick to agree.

Not wanting to go in blind like her debut, she watched tapes of her assigned opponent, Drake "Domino" Vyril. Oddly, the booker spoke of Drake somewhat dismissively. Delilah didn't really know why, as from what she saw, he seemed to be a competent technician. And the ebony girl had to admit, it was hard not to pay attention to him, as he was more of a demigod than a man with his amazing looks.

Suddenly, her entrance music snapped her out of thoughts. In an instant all of her nervousness vanished. She smirked to herself. "Showtime!" She murmured, as she came out to David Banner's "See About Ya!"

See when you pop that drama on right
On somebody gonna see about ya
See it's a test to see if you're a bitch
Or you've got some G about ya

Delilah came out to the cheers of the crowd, it was nice to see that the crowd was still behind her, despite her loss.

Appearance

"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia... Delilah Jefferson!" The announcer introduced.

Still grinning, Delilah made her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Upon getting to the apron, she jumped on it. It might be a bit arrogant, but she enjoyed showing off a bit. She then hopped over the ropes, going over to a turnbuckle. She then began to lightly jump up and down, continuing to pump herself up for the match.

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino hasn't had many matches in this mixed division yet. His entrance into the division was marked with the awkward stipulation that he needed to 'spice things up' for ratings. He didn't enjoy that. Well, he did. But he didn't. It's one thing for there to be a natural attraction and chemistry. It's another to be doing it because some dude wants their new model wrestler to do softcore in their ring. Eugh.

Despite the urgings to keep it up, Domino's decided to not do that. Firmly decided, in fact. He's going to play it straight. Give the girl he meets in the ring the proper respects. Don't humiliate her - or himself - by debasing her athleticism. They're fighters, after all. There should be a level of pride in it. So no inappropriate looks or indulgent holds with the girl. Even if most of the female wrestlers in the roster are ridiculously attractive, confident, and in skimpy gear.

God help.

Domino didn't have a lot of time to scope out his rival; no more than a look, really. Frankly, she looks fun. Competitive, and obviously has personality. Whether it's a good or bad personality is yet to be seen, but he looks forward to it. It doesn't hurt that she has a nice body, too. Obviously takes care of herself, she's athletic, toned-

God help.

The night's come, and Delilah is already out there. Domino stands ready in the wings, having already changed into his wrestling gear. Black and white trunks with boots and bracers to match - that's it. His sleekly-toned body remains mostly on display, from the streamlined muscle of his arms and thighs, to the toned chest, and six-packed abdominals. The audience is still figuring out where they stand with a mixed division invading their formerly female-only federation, so he's not expecting too much, and he's foregoing his usual entrance flair.

Domino

His music hits; a generic techno throb. No lyrics, no hook, just sound. Domino is suddenly reminded that he needs to pick a tune. It's been years. Holy crap.

"And her opponent! From Providence, Rhode Island! DOMINO!"

The young grappler steps out, awash in cheer from the audience. He glances to either side, some surprise written on his face at the reception. Seems they've warmed up a little after all. He nods and allows a small smile to begin to etch its way onto his face. His right fist thrusts into the air, heralding his advance on the ring. Moving to the left, he raises his hand to slap the usual train of high-fives. He gets.. a few. They're warming up. They're not there yet.

Upon reaching the edge of the ring, he hops up onto the apron and slips between the ropes. Wasting no time, he scales the nearest turnbuckle and lifts his arms, ushering in a new wave of cheer. He nods, points out over the crowd, and shoots them a wink with a roguish smile.

At last, he drops to face his opponent while the referee-girl checks his scant attire for foreign objects. His dark purple gaze is settled on the girl across from him, though. She looks good; better in person. "Not gonna hold it against me when I pin ya, right?," he calls to her, still wearing that smile.

[overlordofkings]

A light red blush flushed on Delilah's face as she got a better look at Domino in person. She knew he was handsome, after all, she studied his matches. That being said, seeing him in the flesh was well... a whole new experience. The ebony woman certainly knew why he was a model, since it was almost as though he were an ancient love god that come down and grace mere mortals like her. She watched him as he posed for the crowd and couldn't help but smile. He was quite the showman, for sure. Though, that might be one of the reasons that LAW management didn't take him serious.

Delilah crossed her arms with a wry grin as he entered the ring, and climbed on the turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd once more. She then playfully raised an eyebrow after he got down, the referee checking on him as he joked with her. Not only did he have good looks but a playful personality.

Oh yeah, this was going to be a blast.

"Heh, ain't sure I can hold somethin' against you if it ain't even going to happen," Delilah playfully replied in her Southern drawl. She then lowered her eyebrow, but her smile never left her face. This was also her chance to ask him something that amused her. "Though, do you mind if I ask you something? It's... about your music."

[CyanDimitrik]

Domino shifts in his corner as he studies the girl across from him, holding onto the ropes at either side. The referee-girl sure is lingering. Before she starts getting extra-curricular with her inspection, the model shoos her away with a boot. Sulky, she moves to the center of the ring and motions the competitors in.

Domino makes his way forward to meet Delilah, head canting to her. "Well, what girl doesn't appreciate a guy who can surprise'er?," he muses. She has her snark, but it's fun snark. He's into that. Cool. The mention of his music, however, gets a visible wince. "Is it 'haven't I heard that from every generic club, ever'? If so, yes."

While at this proximity, he opts to play with her a little - just to see what she'll do. So despite the jocular tone of their back-and-forth, Domino steps in closer to 'bully' her and get in her face. This likely sees his chest pressing into hers, all but nose-to-nose. "Don't you talk smack about a man's tunes, now," he continues, deliberately making a much bigger deal about it than it is. And all the while, he's trying to suppress a grin.

[overlordofkings]

Delilah couldn't help but giggle at Drake's "defensive" nature about his music choices, or lack thereof. "Hot and has a sense of humor? Sure hope he's into girls," Delilah thought, as her former pink blush started to flash red on her ebony cheeks. Unfortunately for the model turned wrestler, that wasn't going to get him off the hook from Delilah's razzing.

"Well, I do when they call their music 'tunes'," The Southern Belle teased with a wry smirk as she met Drake in the arena. She hoped he didn't notice her blush as she sized him up. "Maybe after I beat you, I can help you with your music problem," she taunted flirtedly as she got ready.

"Consider it charity."

[CyanDimitrik]

Standing face to face, nose to nose with the dark-skinned beauty, Domino cants his head a little to even touch brow-to-brow with her. That intense, animosity-driven staredown. The heat between them. Oh, it's about to go wild.

That is, if either of them really had any actual beef with the other. Domino's enjoying playing this up, going more than a little further than strictly necessary for its own sake. Hell, it isn't even for the audience's benefit. This is closer to foreplay; building anticipation. They're so close to grappling, but it just hasn't happened yet! But to be fair, the heat between them is real. It's just not that kind of heat. She's sassy, but again, it's in the fun way. He likes that.

"How's about after I pin you down, we take this chat backstage." Beat. "For charity." He shoots her a knowing, but playful wink.

The bell sounds off! *DING!*

Domino attempts to take the upper-hand immediately by hooking his left arm around her waist and aiming to drive his right fist into her stomach a couple times. In part, to stun her. Also in part, to feel the firmness of her abdominal region. He's a sucker for a girl with good abs.

[overlordofkings]

It took much of Delilah’s considerable to not burst out giggling at their little stare down. Yeah, he knew how to read a situation. And knew just what to say.

She merely smirked at his last comment, as the bell rang. The time for talk was over, now was the time for action.

And it seemed that Domino agreed, for as soon as the bell rang, he grabbed her by the waist. Delilah didn’t even have a chance to react as the model would then bury his right fist in her stomach a few times. ”Argh! Oof!” Delilah cried as she instinctively clutched her stomach.

[CyanDimitrik]

The shots land, that first, electrifying sense of forceful physical contact in a match achieved. Somehow it's more gratifying when it's against someone you're having a bit of fun with. They're here to beat each other up and either force a submission or, well, lay on top of the other for dominance. No bones about it. May as well lean into it and enjoy it.

With her clutching her stomach, Domino places a hand against the back of her neck to force her to double over and stay in place. His left arm raises, then swings low, aiming to slam his forearm across her back. An opening salvo, just to get the blood pumping and wear Delilah out a bit. To rough her up. There's still plenty more to go. But if that last blow can flatten her against the mat, he can get to grappling - and potentially, back to the teasing fun with her.

[overlordofkings]

The Southerner groaned as she tried to recover from the blows to the stomach. Drake might... no, Drake was definitely a pretty boy. But woo man, did he know how to throw a punch. Maybe Delilah could ask for tips at their "after match chat".

Delilah didn't have much time to think about that though, as Drake was completely focused on the match at hand and showed it as he held the ebony woman in place before rattling her with a well placed forearm to the back.

"ARGH!" Delilah cried as she fell to the mat. She grunted but didn't move. Grappling was always her strong suit and if she could bring Drake to her, all the better.

[CyanDimitrik]

And there she was, lying against the mat facedown. Perfect position to start weakening her up. Some might stomp at her or somesuch, but Domino had other ideas. He wanted to really work the girl's core, to weaken and wear her out as early as he can; to have more fun with her when she's unable to really defend herself.

Turning, he drops himself directly over her and wraps his arms around her stomach from behind. His chest presses against her shoulders, his hips against her backside. From there, his arms squeeze inwards, applying a gutwrench bearhug on the ebon beauty while she lay on the mat. His head tilts in closer to her ear, warm breath brushing along her skin. "Thought you might like things a little more up close'n personal," he teases, punctuating the sentiment with another flex of his arms to clench on her belly.